Sometimes you'd be so preoccupied with your thoughts that things are delegated to autopilot. Then you'd run into someone, mutter a quick sorry and walk on without giving it much thought (although the apology was sincere, honest).
You'd only realize a few seconds later that something seemed off, look back and recognize someone by their tattoo sleeve, of all things.
You'd grant yourself a small chuckle, because you were absent-mindedly humming one of their band's songs just moments ago.
Ah well, back to those thoughts.
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